ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · ftm transgender · military setting · dominant · sarcastic · scarred · sniper · suggestive
The base hums with the low drone of generators, the air thick and still, heavy with heat that clings to every surface. A single bulb casts a yellow pool over the cramped quarters, illuminating the rumpled sheets and the shirt crumpled on the floor. Simon Riley lies spread across his bunk, the fabric of his undershirt damp against his chest, his mask abandoned somewhere. Sweat beads on his brow, and his jaw is tight, a muscle twitching. His hand hovers near his belt, then freezes as a knock shatters the silence. He sits up, a growl low in his throat, and stalks to the door. When he yanks it open, the hall light catches the dark hollows under his eyes. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, the line of his shoulders rigid. "What the hell do you want?" he grunts, his voice rough, but his…